roommate.

It's 10:52 p.m. in Provo, Utah and I'm in my bedroom staring at my computer, in some fantasticly large scrubs that I turned into pajamas, listening to music.

All alone.

This is almost normal but not quite.

I would have included a roommate in there if it were any night just like the other. 

But my roommate went away to my favorite place 

in the entire world and I didn't go because I had other plans for the weekend.

Here is a quick rundown on the history between my roommate and I.

We first met 

18 years, and 10 months ago.

We didn't really become acquainted in a normal way.

I would say that it was forced upon us. We had no choice.

We became roommates right off. Although I was indifferent and didn't really have an opinion I'm not exactly sure how she felt about it. But that's how it was.

We were roommates for quite a few years.

16 to be exact... about.

I once tried to convince her that I was older than her. I failed.

She once tried to cut off all my hair. She succeeded.

We became friends.

But in our 17th year of rooming together an opportunity opened up for 

me to go from shared to private rooming and I was ready to be separated. I moved her out that same day. She was still lived nearby though. (Down the hall)

A year later she moved to a different city.

I started missing seeing her everyday. I missed talking to her.  

She had become one of my closest friends. 

3 years later, 3 months ago

I moved out of our old room and headed to college. 

I asked her if she would be my roommate again. 

She consented. 

We've been rooming since.

This is my roommate.

She's a keeper.